I use to see her cleavage and ass all the time. Her boobs were large and full of milk.Now i started being openly being possessive about her.I used to ...ee with her most of time and started objecting her whenever she speaks with any man.Once a neighbor picked a fight with her over some issue i intervened and beated that old man.I was carried to police station later left due to my chacha’s pleas.My chachi saw my change in behavior and came to me one night Pooja chachi- what is your problem these. I didn’t know what she meant, but she slipped out from between Jess and I; she got up onto her knees and turned to face me.Without saying a word, she put her hands on my chest and gently, but firmly, pushed me down to the floor. The unexpectedness of it prevented me for resisting.In the next moment, I figured out her intentions as she opened her mouth and bent down to take my member into it.I quickly put my hands on her shoulders to stop her.“Wait! No!” I blurted out. She looked up to me with a. The room was dark and frigid. The moon streaming through her window offered some visibility as he set his beer on the dresser and moved towards the bed. Sarah was in the fetal position, huddled beneath a mountain of blankets with just her head left uncovered. She was already asleep.Michael just stared down at her for several long seconds, absorbing the beauty of his young daughter. She was no longer a child who could be placated with simple words; he had hurt her feelings and would have to make. She didn’t stop. After a minute more of her tortuous tickling, and despite my continued pleas and warnings to stop, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let an involuntary stream jet out.“There he blows!” quipped Mom unexpectedly. I gained control a bit too late and felt the remnants of the urine I’d ejaculated dripping down my shaft and balls. “I hadn’t seen him do that since he was a baby,” Mom cackled hysterically. I was so embarrassed at what they had just witnessed. The only consolation was.